Duan Mo, who was in a state of rage, erupted with power that was stronger than usual.
The power of anger was not to be underestimated.
The eighth level of the Heaven Realm was already Feng Wuchen's limit.
Duan Mo's power was comparable to the ninth level of the Heaven Realm, and Feng Wuchen was unable to withstand it.
Moreover, this was under the condition that he did not take out his spirit artifact. If Duan Mo took out his spirit artifact, his combat power would definitely surpass the ninth level of the Heaven Realm.
Boom!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The terrifying power sent Feng Wuchen flying. Duan Mo suddenly stepped on the void and shot out with a strong rumble. He launched a crazy attack at Feng Wuchen, using both his fists and legs, and explosions sounded continuously.
"Aren't you very powerful? Where's your awe-inspiring aura just now? "Duan Mo shouted angrily as he attacked.
Boom!
Puff!
"Rumble!"
Under the ferocious attacks, Duan Mo Ming swept out with his leg, causing Feng Wuchen to spit out blood. His body turned into a black line and shot down toward the mountain range below. He pierced through a towering mountain in the distance, causing the earth to shake.
"Big Brother Feng!"
"Temple Master!"
Miao Qingqing and the people of the Dragon Temple saw Feng Wuchen being beaten up by Duan Mo, and their faces were filled with worry and anxiety.
"Feng Wuchen! Die! "
Duan Mo roared and crazily struck out dozens of palms at Feng Wuchen, who was flying in the distance.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Swish! Swish!
Swish! Swish!
Swish! Swish!
Looking at such a terrifying power, the people of the Dragon Temple were so anxious that their hearts almost jumped out. They all looked at the swish!
"Duan Mo Ming's strength is too powerful, Hall Master is not his match!" the Crimson Emperor said anxiously, his palms sweating.
"It can't go on like this. The Hall Master will probably die at his hands." Qiu Shuishan frowned as he spoke, and his aged face was extremely heavy.
"Zhang Junlan hasn't returned yet? Didn't he say he'd go back and tell Yanran? It's been so long! "Miao Qingqing said anxiously.
"Pill Master Han Kun, quickly stop him!" Leng Mucheng said anxiously.
"With the Old Man's cultivation at the seventh level of the Celestial Realm, he's no match for him. Although the Old Man isn't a sixth-level alchemist, he still can't intimidate the Holy Sun Sect unless we join forces. However, there's no chance of winning, not to mention that the Hallmaster hasn't been defeated yet." Han Kun shook his head helplessly.
"Brother Feng won't fall so easily." Ling Xiaoxiao suppressed her worry and said.
High up in the sky, Duan Moling stopped his attacks, as if he felt that Feng Wuchen was seriously injured.
The space quieted down, but the terrifying shockwaves were still spreading.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
At this moment, in the distant sky, there was a large sound of breaking through the air. The momentum was fierce and murderous.
"They don't come with good intentions!" Han Kun frowned.
"Why are there so many superiors? Dozens of Celestial Realm and even the Heaven Realm! "Beidou Yan's face was full of horror, and his expression stiffened.
"This is bad!" Yi Tianqing said with a solemn expression.
There were so many people, nearly a thousand!
Among the thousands of superiors, there were dozens of Celestial Being Realm warriors, and there were even superiors in the Heaven Realm. What a terrifying lineup!
Thousands of superiors were aggressive and murderous. It was obvious that they were coming for the Shenlong Temple.
At this moment, everyone in the Shenlong Temple felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. In addition, Feng Wuchen had been suppressed and crazily bombarded by Duan Moling. Now that his fate was unknown, everyone in the Shenlong Temple began to panic.
After a while, under the panicked gaze of everyone in the Shenlong Temple, a black mass of figures flew over at high speed from the sky.
Thousands of tyrannical auras spread out and enveloped the entire Shenlong Temple. The terrifying momentum and coercion made everyone in the Shenlong Temple tremble with fear and pale faces.
Even though the soldiers of the Shenlong Temple had been through life-and-death training, they still couldn't control the fear in their hearts in the face of absolute superiors.
Only Ling Xiaoxiao's face was extremely cold.
Thousands of superiors appeared in the sky above the Shenlong Temple, led by three superiors in the Heaven Realm.
"They are superiors from the major forces of the Mirage Sea Realm!" Han Kun frowned. Among the thousands of superiors, Han Kun knew many of them.
"Yes! Many of them were present during the Alchemy Conference! "Miao Qingqing frowned. She was absolutely sure that these superiors were from the Mirage Sea Realm.
Ling Xiaoxiao's pretty face was frosty. Her beautiful eyes flashed with cold murderous intent. She said coldly, "They are here to die!"
"It's President Lin's 70th birthday. I heard that many Suzerains and Elders of the major forces were killed, including our Freedom Palace and the Mirage Sea Realm. They were all killed by Feng Wuchen," the leader of the Heaven Realm said gloomily.
"Alchemist Han Kun, we all know of your prestige in the Wuji Domain, but you can't stop us from taking revenge today! I hope that Alchemist Han Kun will not interfere! Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless, "another superior in the Heaven Realm said coldly.
Hearing this, Han Kun said indifferently, "Old Man, you are the first person who dares to speak to me like this in the Wuji Domain for many years."
"So what? I know you are a Level Six Alchemist and know many superiors. You can call them over! I'm not even afraid of Feng Wuchen, so why should I be afraid of you? "Duan Mo said coldly.
"I think you are here to die!" Ling Xiaoxiao shouted coldly. She activated the Power of Blood Meridian to summon superiors.
"Even if we die, we must kill Feng Wuchen today and destroy the Dragon Temple to avenge the Suzerain and Elders!" the leader of the Heaven Realm said unyieldingly.
But at this moment, Feng Wuchen's voice came from the mountain in the distance.
"It's the major forces of the Mirage Sea Realm led by the Shengyang Sect." Feng Wuchen's cold voice sounded from the mountain in the distance.
"Brother Feng!"
"Temple Master!"
Ling Xiaoxiao and the people of the Dragon Temple were overjoyed.
The Crimson Emperor said excitedly, "The Temple Master is still alive! He is still alive! "
"Feng Wuchen, I know you are still alive!" Duan Mo said coldly. His fierce eyes swept to the source of the voice.
"Feng Wuchen!" Hearing Feng Wuchen's voice, the faces of thousands of superiors turned cold at the same time. They looked over and their murderous aura became even more terrifying.
In the mountain in the distance, as the terrifying energy and the dust in the sky gradually dissipated, a bright bloody light burst out. It was as if a precious treasure had appeared. It was filled with a terrifying energy.
As Feng Wuchen's voice fell, the bright bloody light began to float upward.
"Great! Brother Feng's aura hasn't weakened much! "Ling Xiaoxiao was overjoyed. A smile finally appeared on her cold face.
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